(IVANNA)
I am weak.
I can feel my resolve crumbling like day-old bread. Those dark eyes of his, that sexy voice. It is like Sergio has a direct line to my hormones, and he can pluck those strings at will, flooding my system with lust so strong I can't breathe.
Between my legs is a needy mess. My traitorous body has clearly forgotten all Sergio had done wrong, and no amount of reminders are keeping me immune to him.
I push into the ladies toilet and enter the empty stall. After relieving myself, I come out to wash my hands and splash water on my face. I have to pull it together. I cannot forgive him or start sleeping with him again. Both are terrible ideas.
God, but the look on his face when he saw our eleven-week-old baby during the ultrasound. It was like he'd been the emotional one, his eyes turning glassy as he stared at the computer screen. I'd almost grabbed his hand, needing to share the joy and excitement for a moment, but somehow thought better of it.
